Afterlife

This picture is drawn and painted by my friend Aishidha Rajeev.
Thanks to her sincere efforts I could pen the poem which almost came as an inspiration from the painting.
Kudos to her and her subliminal effort.

Killed once and dead thrice, pain is no longer

Rushing through my frozen veins, it has stopped

Somewhere between the terribly broken heart

And the viciously cleaved head. Thinking out

On the torridly lonesome after-life, it is not

Hatred that comes into the unscathed nerves,

Which still relay protected feelings of coming

Back to a human abode and living a new life,

Rather it is an ethereal passion to forgive and

Thank the destiny which made the evenings

Longer, days calmer and feelings narrower.

The worlds I travel are distant, the people

I meet are few. I searched forever on the shores

Where dead souls come to see rare cosmic

Lights that for a moment bring colors from

Earth, but never found a single face that

I laid upon in my disturbing Earthen times.

To die is indeed a moment's job, but killing the

Time after will take an eternity's patient wait.

Being born again is not my wish,

Violets smell in this suspended world,

And maybe the love of them keeps me

Bound to the vivid specter of minds passing

From the other world to mine. It is a promising

Sight. When dreams are now a part of nostalgia

And life is a word thrown around by depressed

Souls that wander forever, I still wait for

The cosmic shores to bring the color of you,

And then I will close my vision and the image

Shall drown inside my eyes and settle

Peacefully for all the eternities to see.